“You should skip,” Gibsie encouraged, waggling his brows at her. “Then you’re one year closer to me.” “And what good would that do me?” Claire teased. “It’ll put us ahead of schedule,” he replied, not missing a beat. “It’s a good omen. I can feel it in my balls.” Claire rolled her eyes. “You and your weirdness.” “And his gooch,” Katie offered with a snicker. “Always the gooch,” Gibsie agreed with laugh. “Jesus,” Hughie groaned. “Enough of the gooch already—”
